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[ageofkarme]

who?: open to all where?: boreana when?: neptunalia

The Duchess of the Skies, Athena's Hand, the most graceful airship to grace the skies. She was a gift Karme was still trying to prove he earned through diligent practice of its piloting systems. Participating in combat maneuvers on the front lines of the Queenset Isles was meant to streamline Karme's development as a pilot, but honestly he felt he got the most experience from flying around as he was currently.

The ship dipped, twisted, and flipped in the air, proof that Karme was practicing the controls daily. There was still more work to be done before he could call himself a pro, but the small crowd that had gathered to watch his aerial performance was proof Karme was making progress. As he landed and disbarked he pulled his goggles on top of his head and grinned widely with his arms on his hips. "If you thought that was cool, check this out!" From his pocket, he produced a small object he'd tinkered together in his spare time. It floated in the air and spat out colorful sparks, sparks that changed hue when he tapped the item. He thought it was super cool, plus he made it with his own hands. Sure, flying around in his grandmother's groundbreaking new invention was awesome, but his little trinket had merit too. He thought so at least. "Let's just say this buddy helps to keep the vibe light in the control room," Karme says, showing off how the sparks change color when his finger taps on it.

[steadythora]

when?: early morning after the last night where?: what remains of nornwatch tower who?: the babes that are there kith kith

Thora watched them build the pyre as she cleaned her sword, though she didn't help. There were so many that had come so far only to end up beneath a fire, her own mother among them. Thora's stomach could barely handle it. It churned in disgust and twisted in anger, coiling into knots as she contemplated her life over the last few weeks. The circumstances of the Iskarans weren't random, someone was going to pay. Good thing too, she thought, because I actually enjoy wiping blood off my steel.

Not one for commiserating, Thora seemingly broke out of her trance-like state when Kari shifted her attention, growling in warning as she always did when someone stepped too close to her companion. The pyre no longer interested her, and neither did discussion beyond what came next. The wolf settles once Thora pets her neck. "You look well enough," she interjects abruptly as if she hadn't been soullessly breathing in smoke and death. "Have you been around? Do others seem ready to move? The longer we stay the higher chance there'll be another attack."

[aegeanxcalla]

where?: tower of olympia library when?: sometime between the iskaran arrival and neptunalia who?: open to all

Calla may not have been an instructor at the Tower, but when her senior Scholars call on her mind to help guide the next generation of witches, she always answers the call. Teaching or holding demonstrations for the Novices was always fulfilling, and even though Calla's ability to cast was far beyond anything they could hope to achieve, their applause after seeing her weave a mini cloudburst before their very eyes was enough to make her bashful. "Please, that was hardly anything to write home about. Honestly, on my own, I'm nothing special..." But saying so out loud sparked a new idea for her. The girl with mist swirling at her feet hurried to the library's threshold, sensing the perfect addition to her small seminar. "I knew it, you're the perfect one to help," she says wistfully, her eyes visibly lighting up as her fingers interlock. "Would you be willing to help with this demonstration? I know the Novices would appreciate the knowledge we can provide them together."

[fharzai]

where?: tower of olympia when?: troup 1's happenings who?: any hoes in the book place

Maps of Lysara and its surrounding nations, scrolls and tomes thrown about haphazardly, indecipherable sketches scribbled across multiple parchments, bowls of various colored poultices and swinging ornaments burning incense: this is the scene in the section of the library Fharzai commandeered Evidence of him both drawing with and consuming whatever he ground in his mortars is seen in the earth-tone stains around his mouth and fingertips. A man possessed, he sat in the circle of the wreckage surrounded by candles with a deck of cards in hand.

Five flipped face up, their runic scribblings clearly not providing the answer he sought from the exasperated noise he let out. "Naturally," he says, looking pointedly at his approacher. "It was you who threw off my tarot. The moment the determination was made for you to be here must've been outside of what I've seen. Otherwise..." Fharzai hadn't been sleeping, not truly and not well enough. Long-forgotten visions began to plague his dreams again, signaling that they'd be coming to fruition soon. He needed to understand the message, but he was hesitant to explore his own dreamscape for answers. Instead, he collects the deck of cards and begins to shuffle. "You must be here for a reason. The cards will tell me what that is and I, in turn, will follow the threads to my answer. Care for a reading?" he asks, though the expectant way he offers the deck for them to cut suggests his words are more of a directive.

[elokian]

where?: the port™️ (caribella) when?: troupe 1's happenings who?: open to any who'd be there

It's been a while since Neptune's Fleet sailed the straits of Taravell. Elokian's latest treasure craze has kept his eyes beyond the Veiled Sea, but true to form his navigator's route had his armada sailing to Caribella. With a flagship as iconic as his, Elokian figured that word might spread about his return before he even reached the island, but docking in the port would undoubtedly get gums flapping.

Each vessel of his mighty fleet brought its own, unique intrigue to the dock dwellers, but a flagship as magnificent as his dwarfing every other docked armada was what people would be talking about. Elokian knew how Caribella loved to spin its tales. And while he enjoyed being the center of it, there was no telling what some brash upstart might do with that information. That's why while his crew all went ashore to tend to their stomachs and lovers, Elokian remained behind, swinging low in a hammock rigged to the high bow of his flagship. "Aye, she's a beaut' wouldn't ya say?" he calls down to the passerby. The question comes seemingly from nowhere as the hat pulled over his eyes and aimless strumming of his lute gave the impression of carelessness. But Elokian was on guard no matter what his vibe may seen. Anyone who stared at his ship for too long, even if out of adoration, would be questioned. "No ship is as loyal, vicious, or stunning as she. Ah, the stories she could tell ... making every raft in this port shrivel in shame like a rat's cock wouldn't even make the list. The Captain is quite fond of her, as I'm sure you can imagine."

[rancorasael]

who?: open to all where?: mercury's bazaar when?: in the neptunalia verse

It was a passing comment on a stranger's lips, something vague about wanting to learn more about the Vanguard. It pissed Asael off to hear such nonsense and the thick threads of frozen water he began to tug at would've visualized his displeasure. Unfortunately, the glint of Olympian rings distracted him for a moment and his weave misfired, launching his frigid magic haphazardly into the crowd.

Asael didn't have time to stick around and get the scope of his accidental destruction. He slipped away in the resultant chaos, knowing a nearby entrance into the Bazaar. Clutching his hurting, ice-covered hand to his chest, he hoveled through his pain into the darkest alley he could reach, worried that the Olympians were still following him. Asael was visibly in rough shape, however stepping in pain was just second nature to him. When he walked back into another, his immediate reaction was to leap away and raise his uninjured hand, demonstrating that no matter how he may have looked, he was ready for a fight still.

"Well? Think I'm easy all you want, but I'm not," he says, hiding the strain in his voice well enough. He wasn't coughing up blood yet so he could pull off a few more spells before passing out from pain. "You won't get anything if you rob me, I don't got anything. Except for an ass-kicking. That I can give you for free."

[eliasthemagi]

who?: open to all || @senatusstarters where?: outer wood of fey forest

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At the edge of the forest, Elias intended to show definitively that he was still a cut above. Growing pains aside, he had no choice but to remain one of a kind just as he had been as a faiman. Elias dedicated himself to the eladrin because he was more capable than anyone, so hitting a wall was not an option. His additive abilities came so easily that collecting the earth beneath his fingertips to grow a giant was as simple as breathing. Larger than any sentinel, Elias felt he could have it reach the clouds above if he wanted, yet as he stood atop his giant's head the view over the forest tree line was disappointing. All he'd done was erect a monument to his newfound inadequacy. Elias was tone-deaf and had yet to find his voice, which meant his rock possessed no magical sentience like he should've been able to create. "Don't touch it! You look greasy. I don't want his integrity compromised," he shouts down, not quite ready to destroy the big lug even though it was effectively useless. "Honestly, you should be way more appreciative. I was going to give him the biggest, ugliest dick the forest has ever seen but was kind enough to spare the masses."

[hwijid]

who?: open to all || @senatusstarters where?: parco savello

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She was old, Death was at her door and so Hwijid was her shadow when he had the time to spare. Her will to remain kept her body alive, but her soul was marked. Prayer was her only remaining comfort and he would be there to replace her prayers before she realized their futility. Hwijid only needed to play sentry for a while longer, all to ensure she received the natural death she currently was fated for. It was the least he could do, considering what came next. On the park bench, her breath haggard and shallow, it couldn't imagine she lasted much longer no matter how much she wanted to. "Do not interfere. She will make peace with it in her own time. Allow her the dignity," Hwijid says as he suddenly reveals himself on the bench next to her. Her mortal eyes couldn't perceive him, otherwise she'd recognize the shadow from her recent dreams. However, the creatures of the realm could be vicious and at the very least he hoped his appearance was foreboding enough. Seeing the Boss, even to submit a special request, didn't feel worth it since he'd inevitably have to see at least one cat-sith too. "Believe me, she deserves peace. If she accepts it this time."

[akarxuu]

@pupmusebox

;;~The reincarnated red dragon princess found herself among what seemed like strange and unfamiliar lands, She stared all around her in bewilderment as her voice was hushed by her own wandering thoughts, Yona was confused how on earth she ended up here, From what she could remember though.

It happened like this.

The princess was sitting down by the fire by the other of the happy hungry bunch group, It seems Hak her guard ended up teasing the White dragon who was called by the name of Kija, into believing that there was a bug infestation in his tent.

As everyone knew and understood Kija had a deathly fear of bugs, so the dragon ended up tearing the tent apart trying to clean out the vermin of his precious resting area. Everyone including Yona couldn’t help and chuckle as Kija figured out it was just Hak pulling his chain at this point.

Though the fun only lasted so long when the princess soon found herself feeling a bit light headed, maybe she just hasn’t been getting enough sleep… I mean that had to be it right, though it felt like something was calling out to her, she could have sworn she heard a voice in the clearing of the forest.

Thinking it was just a trick to the mind, the princess shook her head in doubt and paid attention to the fire though a few minutes later she ended up finding herself dozing off not realzing the blackest of abyss that appeared behind her, though as everything around her faded to black at this point, only the faint sound of the guys calling out to her as their voices cascaded to nothing. 

 Suddenly a bright light flashed before her eyes as the princess was blinded . It wasn’t long before she felt the dragon blood that coursed through her veins Roar with fire, her body burned with a seething heat, Causing her grimace in agony before weird portal like phenomena appeared before the entrance of the shine Glowing a hue of glittering gold. The princess ended up falling through it , though as she did, there was little time to react now, only in a few seconds did the the heir’s vision lost consciousness before falling backward with a loud crash.  When she came too however Yona found herself looking up at a younger girl with purple hair. 

 “She’s awake.” The girl had commented out as a male with green hair and a snake adorn to his collarbone ended up smiling. “Thank goodness your alright you took Quite a fall there.. how do you feel?” Yona slowly sat u before placing her hand to her forhead.

“Huh.. I-I umm feel a bit dizzy.” She commented this out unsure. she was slowly coming too before She heard the girl run off to fetch someone that male before her had instructed to do so. Meanwhile yona placed a hand to her head feeling light headed. "ugghh my head.. why does it feel like I smacked it against somthing... I can't rember anything... I remeber seeing the fire and then it all happened so fast.. where even Am I?." Those words were conveyed quietly in her head as she trying to focus on finally coming too.

[appetizinggael]

who?: open to all || @senatusstarters where?: trapped in rome, someone please help this stray he's used to captivity

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Over the last few days (he thinks days, it was really hard to keep track with all the crazy weather going on, seriously where did the sun go?) Gael had been crushed, trampled, and burned to death yet there he was still running. Clutching the top of his cage to shelter himself a bit, all he could think about was finding Hakan, an impossible task considering how different Rome looked. Luckily for him his new jockstrap was incredibly breathable because he couldn't stop moving. Every time he did, he died. Or got knocked out? He wasn't really sure, but Gael knew one thing for certain: he was God's gift to vampires. He had to be. Why else could he not die despite being a thrall? "He'll drain me over and over. He'll put his fangs so deep in me I know it," he pants as a little motivational mantra. Gael couldn't afford to stop no matter how scary things got. His sense of time was all screwed up, but he knew his body. It'd been too long since he last got some fang and he needed Hakan inside of him pronto. "Please Hakan, wait for me I'm coming. I'll find you soon..." The cage top held over his head spinning wildly from side to side displayed that Gael did not have a clue what direction he was supposed to go.

[ageofkarme]

who?: anyone in eterna where?: the streets™️ when?: during this hrimthur's wasteland stuff

It hit him like a bolt of lightning so intense Karme dropped the schematics Verna had him bring to the Tower so he could crouch down and scrawl his thoughts out in the dirt of the walkway. He'd never thought about weaving concurrent enchantments through a triple-layer circuit before. "I'd need a different conducting material and would probably need to account for heat output when stabilizing, but if I modify the base enchantment then..." Considerations of mechanics, weaves, and conditions flashed haphazardly in Karme's mind, increasing the potential avenues of thought by the second. Only something like a misplaced footstep over a portion of his etchings could break his flow. In fact, a long stretch of silence follows his barked 'Hey!' as he stares the culprit down with furrowed brow. "No, that's a good point. I will need to double the coefficient first..." he comments as if the person's clearing of his dirt squiggles was an intentional correction, before sticking his nose back into the walkway to continue scribing his calculations. Naturally.

[uegg]

who?: open to anyone walking by where?: somewhere in east lysara? eastreach or the edge of the queenlands? wherever the boonies are when?: the time period when that bard's tale™️ is making its rounds

It was quite fortunate that Dantalion had been "missing" communications from the Synod to join up with the rest of the vanguard waging war at Lysara's borders. While his presence would undoubtedly turn the tides of the conflict, there was much more entertaining work to be done within the Queendom. Case in point, the same night Dantalion managed to get a clergyman in Sinaria to wish for him to reach Lysara, a small church to the One God mysteriously burned down upon his arrival. How could he possibly head to the battlefield when there were suffering parishioners to tend to?

"Do not despair. Buildings can be built again, but faith once shattered is much harder to mend. This was an attack on your faith, an attack that resembles the very violence this land wages on your righteous path. They cannot help themselves, for their souls have been tainted. I do not fault them for their sin, and neither should you. Instead, I lend my voice and support so that He may shine favorably on the crusaders fighting as we speak. In the wake of this tragedy, what is it that you want?"

Dantalion's dawn sermon was riddled with lies and incendiary rhetoric, namely the fact that it was his hellfire that torched the place with its cleric inside. However, the chorus chanting of the small crowd made him smile wide. Victory to the Crusaders! Victory to the Crusaders! "So it shall be, for the One God is good to the faithful He has never rejected my prayers." Fools, the lot of them, but at least the vanguard forces would have better luck in today's battles now that a bargain has been made. Though a crowd of believers was hardly a challenge for him to convert into darkfriends at this point.

With his arms outstretched, he walks through the small crowd, allowing them to feel the fabled "God-favored Crusader" with their own hands. However, he was primarily interested in the small crowd of horrified Lysarans gathering behind them. "There is no need to be shy. The words of the One God are for all to hear. His light can save even the most tainted souls. I implore you to bear witness to his warmth."

[aegeanxcalla]

where?: tiber bay when?: stretch of time between the iskaran's arrival and neptunalia who?: open to all

Amidst the hustle and bustle of Tiber Bay was an elderly woman shaking a cup to any passerby. The few coins held within jangled as her decrepit hand shook it desperately. "Spare some coin? Anything please, I haven't eaten in days..." She coughs, obviously ill, but even though flecks of mucus are visibly flying out her mouth, the entire display is a farce. One meant to be discovered too. Aegean's weave was intentionally weak, detectable, and far below his capabilities. Any guild member or thread weaver worth their salt would be able to see through the deception since this mask was meant to fail. The old lady grins before the illusory mask begins to unravel around the thief, revealing his true visage. "Wow, there was no chance of me fooling you, huh?" he lies, scooping the coins out of the cup with a grin. "And here I thought I'd be able to get enough for a new pair of shoes before high noon."

[emissaryalder]

who?: @serkanxulusoy | @adamoromerof | @floratitus | @romeoverga | @hearthstonc where?: the meeting house

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"Call me crazy, but is it really necessary to come up with so many defensive strategies? I mean, don't get me wrong I could toss up vicious trap wards all around the city, but should I? Time is money, baby." Almost immediately, Alder throws up his hands and laughs boisterously. "Kidding! I like helping out around Lupercal. I'm just saying, magic is great and all, but no number of magical defenses can make a lycan population feel secure, even I know that much. And more people are moving here every day. From the sounds of it, we might see another boom after Lupercalia." Even when he sounded reasonable, Alder was playing an angle. From now until the end of the massive lycan pilgrimage, he'd have a closely trained eye on each member of the Lupo council. "Don't need to tell you that I'm sure. The next alpha will have a huge opening to fill. Any thoughts about that? They'd have to be well respected and knowledgable about the pack's history in Rome, right?"

[sleepytime-muses]

@geniusdonkey​ liked for a starter!

“Thanks for coming out on such short notice, Tadano!” The red panda greeted the donkey as he walked into the bar that Retsuko frequents after work. She beckoned him forth to sit at the table and smiled politely. “After you treating me to so many dinners, I kinda wanted to spoil you after I just got this bonus at work! So you can get whatever you want, my treat!” Its definitely not as fancy as the ones they have been to in the past... But she’s trying!

“I know most of the time when I give you a call its because I’m struggling with something... And you’ve always helped me through it! So I wanted to at least have one day where we just get to hang out without any big issues! I wanted to celebrate.”

[octavianrising]

who?: open to all where?: was gonna say streets but are there even streets anymore? it's just wreckage oop

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Octavian had poured much into Rome. It was his empire lifetime after lifetime. He'd stepped over the dead bodies of his loyalists for her sake too, lifetime after lifetime. He need to wash it away and keep moving forward, as he had done before. Everything looked so insignificant from on high which made it easy to burn it away. The phoenix's mournful cry filled the air as his azure flame melted the streets, though when he dove down to press a blazing raptorial down on a struggling druid. To make their sacrifice worth something, more would have to sacrifice as well, though a hunter doesn't converse with his prey. The unhesitant way he claimed the soul as his own through a stream of fire showed his intent. Rome would be ash, and those druids who still stood would fight on through him. There was no order to protect or reason to defend. Octavian would burn it all. "Forgive me..."